The Mafia Who Bought Me
I kissed him like I could pour my own life into him, like if I held on tight enough he couldn’t slip away.
Dante groaned against my mouth, low and broken. His hand gripped my jaw hard, fingers digging in as he kissed me back like a man who had been starving. His tongue slid against mine, deep and demanding, teeth nipping my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. The kiss was raw, almost violent — wet, messy, full of need. He devoured me, tilting my head exactly how he wanted, claiming every inch like he was afraid this moment might disappear.
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